Writer Note:

Stray bullet please take me.

Again, I'm open to direction. If there's a way you want the story to go i'll incorporate it if I like it.

Also the stories going to get more disturbing as it goes on. It's a hobby of mine, fair warning.

Chapter Three

"Oh jauunnneeeyyybooooiii!" Said multiple sultry voices in near tandem. Jaune's heart stopped and he broke into a cold sweat. He pressed his ear against the inside wardrobe wall and waited. "Jaauuuuunnnnne come out to plaaaayy-aaayyy" the voices said again in an even sexier tone. If Jaune was like most men, he would of exposed himself to the sirens, surrendering to their girlish charms, however he knew better. Footsteps growing in volume and intensity traveled near his makeshift hiding spot before coming to a sudden halt. The silence was maddening. Jaune stuffed his hand inside his mouth, not wanting his hyperventilations to alert his hunters, but it was already too late.

Giggling. Childlike in manner but concealing the malice and lust of an adult. The giggling soon turned to cackling which then turned into hysteric laughing. Jaune screamed internally as the wardrobe door flew open. In his presence stood three figures, he could easily recognize them. It was his three eldest sisters. He sat there, frozen.

"Looks like we found you!"

"What are you doing in there silly?"

"Were playing doctor, not hide and seek, silly!"

Jaune didn't have it in him to fight back. Compared to his own childlike stature, the three older preteens would easily overpower him anyway.

"You know you are not in the right condition to leave the hospital yet!" The youngest one stated, trying her best to mimic the nurse she decided to portray. "Exactly!" Said the other two girls as they sprawled Jaune, practically spread eagle, on the rug that resided in front of the wardrobe.

Jaune lay there, motionless. He resented these games he was forced to play. He cursed his parents for not birthing him as a single child. "Nurse!" The eldest one, a blonde with long hair draped around her neck that landed on her torso, spoke to the youngest one. "What is our patient's status?"

The "nurse" proceeded to spout off diseases that couldn't possibly be real, and only exist in the minds of the most imaginative children. Nevertheless the other two unanimously agreed. "Nurse! Scissors! Stat!"

The youngest one pulled out two pairs of safety scissors. The safety part was ironic considering what they were about to do. She handed them to her other sisters. The two hovered their tools above Jaune's defenseless body, poking and prodding as they traveled down his torso to his groin.

The second oldest, a brunette with mid-length hair and sharp, cat like facial features, spoke. "Don't worry. We are professionals."

Both sisters made two sloppy but quick cuts, destroying his trunks and exposing him. "Oops" the brunette remarked, genuine concern coming from her lips. A small trickle of blood sprang from his shaft. Jaune winced. It stung like the dickens, sending wave after of wave of pain. Tears quickly welled in his eyes. "You nicked his jauneson!" Said the eldest to the sorry brunette.

"He needs three CC's of kisses. Post Haste!" The youngest one said to the other two, who were more than happy to oblige. One by one they all knelt down and "remedied" Jaune until he stopped bleeding. "There, there." The brunette said whilst wiping the blood off her lip. "Allll better..." The three laughed. The sight of his fresh blood on their rose coloured lips would haunt him for a very long time. What is wrong with these guys?! Jaune had no idea what possessed his seemingly innocent sisters to perform such heinous acts. What was their goal? Why him? The frustration and humiliation he felt was too great. Tears fell down the side of his face only to be caught by the tongue of the youngest sister. She had natural pink hair did up in two ponytails that dangled behind her ears.

"Oh no the kissies didn't work!" The pink haired girl pouted and folded her arms against her budding chest. The blonde sister moved beside her and whispered, "Looks like he needs some T... L... C...". The pink ones frown immediately turned upside down upon hearing those dreadful letters. Jaune heard as well. He knew what was going to happen next. The blonde circled around Jaune, placing herself between his legs.

"Tender" she mouthed to him, as she slowly put her hands on the rim of her sweatpants. The other sisters did the same.

"Loving" she mouthed again, lecherously emphasising both syllables. Her pants slid down past her knees, revealing her dampening silk undergarments. The other sisters eagerly followed her example.

"Cunt!" She said it bluntly and with venom, as if she expected Jaune or any other man for that matter to behold and respect it in its full and naked glory. Three exposed kitties surrounded Jaune as they knelt around him. They stared and he stared back, unable to steer away from their gaze. "We are going to make you feel all better." They said in unison.

He didn't want this. He never wanted it. Ever. Determination began to flow through his blood. He rebelled against his tormentors but they responded in kind, grabbing his arms and pushing him back towards the ground. "The patient's getting restless!" One of them said with a half amused tone. She produced what could only be a needle, how she did almost naked he didn't know. "Hold out his neck!"

Jaune fought back with all his might as the needle lowered to him, thrashing and gnawing at any extremity that dared stray close to him. But it was for naught, as the needle entered his bloodstream, he let out one last roar of defiance, snot and tears streaming from his face. He lay still. The three looming figures stood over his increasingly heavy body. Evil in their eyes.

Not like this. He thought. His right hand pulsated, combating the effects of the sedative. He twitched it, moving every finger with sheer willpower, they abided his command. Not like this! He flexed his arm. Muscle fiber illuminated by a mysterious golden glow extended his hand and opened his palm. He couldn't explain what was happening to him but he didn't care. He cocked back his arm with his newfound strength and even more powerful resolve. Not. Like. This!

He carved his palm through the wind toward his aggressors. His palm, 4 fingers protruding upwards, parting the air like Moses parted the sea. His thumb pressed against the fat of his hand with more compressing power than a car crusher. The golden aura emitting from his hand surrounded it like armor rendering friction useless as it defied the laws of physics.

Everything not bolted down in Jaune and Ren's room collided with the ceiling with a thunderous crack. His blanket torn to absolute ribbons sprayed everywhere, coating his rooms in its now confetti like material. Jaune shot up, screaming in terror.

"What in the fuck are you doing?" Damus yelled at Jaune. Jaune simply stared at his hand. If Damus was watching how come he didn't help him then, when he was just a mere child? He decided to ask another time.

Jaune surveyed his surroundings. He was in his room, in his bed, which then collapsed. "Bad dream."

He climbed out of his now destroyed bed, tossing his sheets haphazardly off him. The sight of Ren's side of the room, now in shambles, caused him immense guilt. He figured he couldn't blame it on ghosts so he made note to repay him later and stepped out the room.

"What, did the cafeteria run out of pizza?" Damus mocked. "No. But that might be almost as bad". Jaune said, deciding that that was all Damus needed to know.

"Whatever man. We got work to do today. I got plans, see first we gon-" Damus was interrupted when a perky orange headed girl shoved open the door. "Jaune!" Nora said in that overly cheerful way. She wrapped her trademark hammer behind his chest and brought him in for a spine crushing hug. "Where were you?"

Jaune, trying his hardest to gasp for air, peered at the clock, it was only 7:30am. "I went.. Uh... For a jog!...And then a nap! Haha." He said, avoiding her eyes lest she see through his obvious lie.

"Oh ok!" She said, failing to see through his obvious lie. "We were looking for you. We thought you went on ahead a bit early but you were nowhere to be found." Ren sauntered into the room covered in sweat and what appeared to be a few bruises. He looked mildly annoyed, which was rare for a man who prided on his self composure. "Jaune..." He said, as deadpan as possible.

Not wanting to confront Ren he quickly changed the topic. "Wheres Pyr?" He asked feigning concern. "Doing what she always does." giggled Nora, hands on her hips. "Extra training, but she looked really, really upset. Did you two have a lovers spat?" she teased, poking Jaune on the chest.

"Oh that's just great Damus" he whispered facing away from Nora. "She's still upset from the other day."

"Boy I dont give a fuck."

Nora let go of Jaune which he thanked her for. "She was so mad that you skipped out on our team training exercise. Ren had to pick up your slack, guy!" Ren grumbled from behind her as he made his way into their room. "That was today?" Jaune honestly forgot, not that it'd matter if he didn't. "I'll make it up to her. To you all I mean."

"JAUUUUUUUNNNNNNEEEEEE!" A noise that sounded like a dragon's roar boomed from the male living space. Jaune looked at the door to his room, knowing a very pissed off Ren was on the other side. "Welp I better go find her! See yah Nor." Jaune bolted out of the room and headed towards the dormitories exit at lightning speed. He jumped over a couple of fences once he got outside just to make sure he couldn't be easily followed by a vengeful Ren. "I told your ass jumping over those fences was good practice."

The thought of a pissed off Pyrrha made Jaunes jauneson shrivel inside of him. On second thought, she could use some space he mused and headed in the opposite direction of their team's usual training grounds.

"Alright young blood lissen. Forget about that angry bitch for right now we will handle that shit later. We gotta do some real training, some RNS."

"Is that like TLC?" Jaune asked, fear stirring in his chest.

"No what the fuck? They make good music tho. We can bump that while we training if you impress me. RNS. Real. Nigga. Shit."

Real... N word... Shit...? Jaune was confused so Damus spoke in layman's terms. "We gonna make you a badass, take-no-shit, alpha male."

Alpha male... The words rang through his head. His father explained to him what one was long ago but he had since forgotten. Jaune meditated on the two words. He didn't know what one was but his father and now Negrodamus wanted him to be one. Why not. He supposed. "Alright what's the first step?"

Jaune's arm took the lead. Not wanting to look like he was being dragged off by a poltergeist Jaune convinced Damus to just nudge him in the direction he wanted to turn from now on. Damus rushed Jaune through corridor after corridor, boasting that he knew the academy floor plan like the back of his hand. "Fuck you Jaune that was funny. It's just up ahead."

A door, desecrated with crude, immature stickers and carvings stood in their path. "Where are we?" questioned Jaune, while he was a student here he mainly went between his dorm, classes, and cafeteria. This was a corner of the school he hadn't been to before. "You'll see. Open that bitch up."

Jaune stared at the door, before reluctantly turning the door handle. It didn't budge - locked securely in place. "Here let me give this shit a whirl." Damus took Jaunes hand and set it on the door handle. "Sometimes you need to apply a little subtly." His hand began to glow as he twisted the knob, rotating it past where it would stop. With a clunk the door handle broke off, Damus casually tossed it aside and with the back of his hand he slapped the door. It swung open almost magically. "That was what we call the "Pimp Slap". It just makes shit work. Ill explain it more in depth later."

Damus ushered Jaune inside. The room was enshrouded in some kind of haze, obscuring his surroundings. He coughed, an unfamiliar aroma took hold of him, making him feel lightheaded. "Oh yea, that's that gud good." Whatever "gud good" was it was making him feel ill, he wafted his left hand over his face and pressed forward. From the haze three shadowy figures emerged. Jaune gasped in fear, accidentally inhaling more of whatever gaseous substance enshrouded the room. This isn't a dream, it couldn't be them. John dismissed his fears and focused on the apparitions in front of him.

They were bulky, with rough features, indication that they were male. They hadn't taken notice of their door being broken open, the glowing box in front of them captivating them. Jaune turned his attention to it as well. What appeared to be a pale, bunny eared woman was facing the camera. Seconds later the red dress she was wearing gave way, revealing her pinkish breasts. The three men cooed in approval, Jaune rolled his eyes and continued surveying the room.

The haze lessened, the open door funneling a good portion of it out into the hallway. He looked to his left and took notice of the posters and other decor in the room. In between the posters of half naked woman and mainstream rock bands was a trophy case. Jaune moved toward it silently, the rowdy men behind him still unaware of his presence. Inside it stood a silver medal. It was dated a few months prior. It took Jaune a moment to realize that his team has a golden version of it in their common area. Pyrrha annihilated Team CRDLs leader, Cardin at one of beacons many tournaments. Great memories... a smile formed on his face. "Why did you take me to team CRDLs living quarters?" Jaune whispered to Damus.

"The first step to being a pimp is to be confident my guy. Right now you are soft. Any nigga can step to you and snap your shit. That's cuz you mentally and physically weak as fuck." The way Damus so casually listed off his major faults irked him, mostly because they were true. "We can leave most of the physical training to Pyr. I'm gonna train you mentally."

"I get it, I really do. But how are we gonna do that?" Jaune questioned. If he knew how to be confident he would of done it already. "We gonna confront your haters! Starting from the biggest ones, team CUNT."

Team CUNT. Jaune couldn't help but snicker aloud at that. Realizing his mistake he ducked behind the couch. One of the heads turned, he looked for a bit but his attention quickly returned to the screen as the moaning permeating the room intensified. "So how are we going to do that?" Jaune whispered.

"That's up to you boy, heh. Remember. Open palm." Damus took Jaune's arm under the couch, and with the strength of a herculean, flipped it. The three figures flew forward, bouncing off a now broken glass table and into the wall in front of them. The TV that their eyes were glued onto now had its shards embedded into the faces of its watchers. Jaune stood in a stunned stupor. The three figures slowly rose, despite what appeared to be major injuries. They were beacon academy students after all, a surprise attack wouldn't be enough to finish them. Blood drenched their faces and dripped onto their torsos. A green mohawked man stumbled before his gaze fell upon the shaking Jaune. "Yooooouu!" Russel barked out the word, face scrunched in agony, as if he was a bulldog, foaming at the mouth. The other two followed, plucking shards of glass out of their angry faces.

"Boy they bouta do it!"

Jaune put both his hands in the air, palms facing forward, gesturing surrender. "Fucking kill him!" A silver haired man screamed, pulling out a shard of glass that was lodged just beneath his eyelid. The trio of bloodied men dashed at him, murderous intent gleaming from their eyes. Jaune reached for his sword, which lied back in his dorm, forgotten yet again. He froze, mouth agape. "You are the worst hunter of ALL time."Luckily for Jaune they seemed to be disarmed as well. Unluckily for him they seemed just as proficient without them.

Immense stress mixed with apprehension made his entire world go hazy. Time slowed to a near standstill. Three faces, covered in glass and blood, hovered in front of him, statuesque in rage. "Jaune." He heard a familiar voice beside him. "Jaune, focus." An apparition of Pyrrha in her battle gear, was standing armed and ready. The room transformed into their rooftop training spot. He even felt the brisk night air against his nostrils, cooling him down, even though he could of swore that this was just a hallucination.

"Pyrrha?" He said in his default tone of shock mixed with confusion. "We've been through this Jaune. Just do as we practiced. Have confidence." her voice was encompassing him, as if she was speaking to him at every direction at once. She lunged at him, fist first.

"If only it was that easy!" He said frantically, side stepping in the nick of time. Pyrrha landed, sliding into a quick halt before turning her frame toward him and lunging again. Jaune foolishly didn't expect her to recover so swiftly and peddled backwards a second too late. Her fist landed on his left pectoral, just missing its mark. He winced, the image of Pyrrha flickered, momentarily replaced by a rather upset man with slanted eyes and light blonde hair peppered with shards of bloodied glass. "What the hell." He muttered before getting back into his rudimentary battle stance.

Pyrrha ran at him. Jaune braced for impact, putting his dominant foot forward and lowering his stance. He could of sworn Pyrrha smiled at him mid swing, he had clearly been paying some attention. Her arm exploded forward, but Jaune was ready. The fist was slow. Slower than what she normally was even when holding back. Shifting his torso, he stepped into her stance and ducked. "Huh" a rather masculine voice erupted from above. Jaune paid it no mind as he delivered his left hook.

The bronze plated man fell backwards, landing on his backside with a thud. He opened his mouth to scream but instead of the obscenities Jaune was expecting it was the voice of Pyrrha, "Ok now finish me!". I'm insane. I'm going insane. Jaune cocked back his right hand, it glowed its golden hue in approval. "Let's not kill him, give him a love tap."

Jaune's hand pointed toward the sky, and brought it down like lightning. He didn't want to cause permanent damage like he did with his acquaintance, Stumpy. He coiled back three fingers, opting to let his thumb and index finger deliver his justice. They collided with the bronze man's face, sending his now ragdoll-like body colliding through their trophy case, through the wall, and into the bathroom shower stall.

Russel and Sky were frozen in place, mid attack. Their eyes bounced between their now broken shower stall housing their defeated friend and Jaune, the school's punching bag who for some reason had a glowing hand. Jaune turned to them, robotically, which served to further reduce their will to fight.

"Pyrrha I did it! How do you like me now!" Jaune shouted ecstatically. He finally got one over "Pyrrha". 329 to 1 he gleefully stated in his head. "More than you could ever know.". Pyrrha said hiding her blush with a swivel of her head.

The room faded back to the now trashed living space of team CRDL, signally the end of his stress imposed mirage. The two figures slunk out of the room. Making sure to stay as far away from Jaune as possible before making a mad dash out of their headquarters. "Pussies. Jaune look how easy that was. Now we both know that wouldn't be possible without mwah but i'll let you have this."

"Gee thanks" Jaune mouthed off, taking in the destruction he caused. He showed those three. Those. Three... "Wait! Where's Cardin?"

"That ginger fuck must be off somewhere else. Probably trying to find another soul to consume." Jaune didn't appreciate his disdain for the orange haired but shared his frustration. "He's not here. Let's get the fuck outta here and find his bitch ass. This chapter is getting long as fuck anyway."

"Yea. Lets get his ass." Jaune was surprised at himself. Jaune wasn't one for revenge or any negative thought for that matter. But the satisfaction he felt watching those two slink away in abject terror was magnificent. "Oh you're getting excited. Good I am too. Gimme your cell!" Damus reached into Jaunes pocket and pulled it out, remembering he didn't have to ask. Jaune was about to ask what he needed it for before a familiar song played from his phone. ( watch?v=8WEtxJ4-sh4)

"Don't go chassssiiiiiinnn waaterfallls, c'mon playa I promised, ya earned it."

Jaune couldn't help but laugh. Maybe he was wrong about Damus. He was a pimp, and seemed to have no respect for women or authority but he seemed to actually care for his wellbeing, albeit, in a demented way. He strolled out of the dormitories, singing along with Damus. It was time to confront Cardin. He would demand an apology for his wrong doings.

Unbeknownst to Jaune and Damus another shadowy figure peered at them from the rooftop. Eyes menacingly planted on our blonde protagonist as he walked cheerfully away.